hello....is this thing on??

Imagine my surprise after 5 months of none writing and if I'm honest none thinking about writing when I stumbled 'pon my old blogging page. Now I don't suppose anyone is actually reading this page and if I'm honest that doesn't overly bother me anymore. In the past year or so of blogtacular (none) action I was admittedly rather jealous of the attention and praise lavished on other blogs and bloggers to whom I am rather close. My inactivity in general seems to have diminished these feelings somewhat, come to think of it most of my feelings have become diminished about a great many things. I have searched my feelings and there seems to be one that reoccurs quite frequently : anger. Thing is, I'm not actually angry about anything, I'm just rather annoyed. All I seem to do nowadays is sit in my room on the inter noodle. This in itself is probably not helping, purists amongst you might suggest a job, and you'd be right to, I'm penniless at the moment, however after reading my previous blog entries I cannot (repeat for dramatic emphasis) CANNOT go back to working in offices listening to non-speak. By this I mean middle management language, you know of what I speak. If only "they" payed graduates to sit and complain about the job market, cuz if they did, this time next week we'd be millionaires.

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The road extends bleakly into the distance, I can see nothing but cool hard black tarmac and the unending white lines of the road markings. Or at least i should be able to see them but im reading the paper. The speedometer ticks over to 80 mph but i pay little attention to it. im trying not to see the speed creeping higher and higher but i cant help but sneak a peak over the top of my newspaper. its like a cut in the roof of my mouth, i know i should leave it alone or take some kind of action to help it get better but i cant help but keep poking at it with my tongue. its only going to get worse. i look up from my newpaper and suddenly realise that the gentle country road i was so blindly speeding down is litttered with fallen trees, not branches but giant redwoods. "how did i not see those?" i wonder to myself, painfully aware of the fact that i had probably seen the blockages hours earlier, and had simply chosen to ignore them. the realisation dawns upon my at this point, it was a fact that i had overlooked when i first climbed in to the drivers seat, "you cant drive" my brain tells me, confirming that dread feeling in the pit of my stomach. "this is going to be tricky" i reply as my car roars helplessly towards the first tree...